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I hit the opener bright and early Wednesday and was promptly rewarded with a large blue grouse. Yes, they do always fly down hill. But, 3/4 of an ounce of lead from my 28 gauge Wingmaster and a modified choke dropped it like a rock. My adventures for the rest of the morning produced two ruffed grouse, one mature the other a bit newer model.
The next three visits to the forest would reap three more ruffs, one a day. One hit the ground and decided to make one last dive for cover, and it was thick and thorny. I played retriever really well though and got my bird, and a nice wild rose thorn buried in my pinkie finger. Pesky little thing...
It felt so good to visit old coverts and still find birds. I was concerned that the long wet spring might take it's toll, but it didn't seem to.
Shasha has been pointing and flushing quail on our morning walks, a good sign for the upcoming opening in October. Now, if she would only retrieve better...oh well, she is a poodle after all.
Here's some photo's from the hunt...
The next three visits to the forest would reap three more ruffs, one a day. One hit the ground and decided to make one last dive for cover, and it was thick and thorny. I played retriever really well though and got my bird, and a nice wild rose thorn buried in my pinkie finger. Pesky little thing...
It felt so good to visit old coverts and still find birds. I was concerned that the long wet spring might take it's toll, but it didn't seem to.
Shasha has been pointing and flushing quail on our morning walks, a good sign for the upcoming opening in October. Now, if she would only retrieve better...oh well, she is a poodle after all.
Here's some photo's from the hunt...




